watching my kids sleep. They look like an angel. They look like they're having a wonderful dream. Peaceful and safe.

I miss having my kids in my bed. They've grown so much that we can no longer sleep comfortably in my queen size bed.

Last night, my daughter had a bad dream and I had to move her to my bed... and I just stare at her while she sleeps. It's hard to describe what I felt last night. But all I know is I missed those days when they used to sleep with me.

My kids are also sleeping on their own beds, but almost everynight my youngest son would wake me up and says he can't sleep. So I have to put him back to sleep. Yes , they grow so fast. But they remain our little angels.